Crazy Word Of A Bulimic

by Shaye
(New Zealand)

Each day the same,I live this game,Don't know the way,Don't know how to play.I Need someone to explain,How to breathe again.Suffocate and die,I fall and I fly,Always believe that I will findA way to understand my crazy mind.

Me, I just one.No one, To so many...Known but unknown,I'm living Un-shown.No one to me,No one to be...Living and dead...Starving but fed.

When the living lieand the walking dieAll people are blind,All left behind.In this living world,full of dead,always hungry, never fed.Are the souls of those who walk alone...Trying to find their way back home.

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